Sunday, I rode the train in to attend Mass at the Cachedral.  I arrived at 9:50, so missed the 9:30 Mass.  I took more pics outside and spent some time in the gift store while waiting for the 11:00 Solemn Mass.  I am glad that I got to attend that one. 

The outside bells began playing 10 min before Mass.  Beautiful!!  Then little at a time, a bell would drop out until there was just one gonging a beat.  Then the entrance antiphon was begun to that beat in Gregorian chant by the adult men in the choir.  Awesome!!  Then that wonderful organ began to play!!  I knew the song, but by then was too choked up to sing. Then the procession appeared: one altar server in black and white bearing the cross; behind him, two side by side carrying candles; behind them three, the center one swinging incense, the outer two wearing plain long stoles in addition to the black and white.  Then came the all male choir beginning with boys around 7 or 8 and ending with the adults.  They were wearing red cossacs (?) and white surplices (?).  Then came 2 more servers with candles, two permanent deacons, a priest carrying the mass book, then , to my suprise and delight, the bishop himself!  Much of the Mass was sung using melodies and phrasing that is common all over the world, so I was grateful to be able to join in fully.  It was one of the most beautiful Masses I have ever attended, and I spent much of the time in tears.

After Mass, I took more pictures until the lights were turned off.  Most of the marble is a pale amber color and all of the side windows are amber colored, giving the church it's warm gold appearance, but making good photography difficult.

I caught the train back home, and happened to be sitting in front of four LDS (Mormon) missionaries, one of whom was black and referred to his mates as "bro"!  We stopped at a station where hundreds of people were exiting another train and heading down the staircase to a "footie" game.  One of the LDS fellas said "Look at all the ppeople, bro!"  The other replied "I'd love to be a missionary going up!"  I was glad to be facing away from them so they did not witness my amusement!

Walking home, I took the opportunity to take some more pics. (Of course)

Monday, we got up early, took the boys to school, the Paul, Julie, and I drove the Great Ocean Road.  We leeft the house a bit past 7:00 AM andd arrived home around 9:00 PM.  The roads were twisty and hilly, lined with sub-tropical forest like the roads in the Mountains album, so I did not photograph those.  However, the views of the Bass Strait between Australia and Tasmania and of the South Sea betewwn Australia and Antarctica were awesome as you can see in the photos.

We arrived at the Twelve Apostles just before sunset.  There were originally 12 rock formations, hence the name, but 5 have fallen into the sea.  There was a land bridge that could be walked across to one of them called London Bridge.  Then one day London Bridge fell.  Luckily, the tourists were already on the other end and did not fall, but I bet it was a bit nerve-racking waiting for the rescue helicopter.  I will let the pictures speak for me about the rest of the day.